Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Albania and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Man Parrish to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Q65. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
FM Einheit,
Minny Pops,
June of 44,
The Stooges,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Rod Modell,
Little Man,
Black Flag,
Echospace,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Swans,
Slick Rick,
Derrick May,
Cybotron,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The New Christs,
the Sonics,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Harpers Bizarre,
Aural Exciters,
Al Stewart,
Stereo Dub,
Interpol,
Smog,
Section 25,
Lou Christie,
The Seeds,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Todd Terry,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Masters at Work,
Siglo XX,
Cymande,
Lebanon Hanover,
David Bowie,
June Days,
Neu!,
Magma,
Arthur Verocai,
Swell Maps,
Simply Red,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Blake Baxter,
Lalann,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Thee Headcoats,
The Slits,
Boogie Down Productions,
James White and The Blacks,
Soul Sonic Force,
Organ,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Roy Ayers,
Godley & Creme,
Amazonics,
Fugazi,
Soft Machine,
Deakin,
Sixth Finger,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.